⚠️⚠️⚠️[This chapter is a filler that contains yuri scenes and it's not part of the main story so you can easily skip it if you hate these things. I only wrote it because I'm a crazy idiot. ]
⚠️Warning [These things are for laughter, fun, mockery, changing the atmosphere a little, and also adding excitement of a different kind.]
⚠️ [Don't do this in real life because it might turn into a disaster. The story is just a fantasy, not a real world.]
Amelia's kiss was soft at first, unsure—like frost melting under sunlight. But Sion responded with a need that had been caged for far too long.
Their lips danced in growing hunger, heat rising between their bodies like the steam that wrapped around them. The world outside the spring faded, the sound of water the only witness to the collision of longing and surrender.
Sion smiled against Amelia's lips, then leaned in, catching her lower lip gently between her teeth and biting—just enough to draw a gasp.
"Mm… you taste better when you fight back," Sion whispered, her voice low and rich.
She trailed kisses down Amelia's jaw, then to the slope of her neck. Her tongue traced delicate paths across the soft skin, tasting the warmth, the pulse just beneath. Amelia let out a trembling sigh, tilting her head to give her more space.
Sion's hands explored slowly, reverently, sliding up the curve of Amelia's waist, thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts still half-hidden by the water. Then—with a graceful lean—she dipped her head and caught one of Amelia's rosy nipples between her lips.
A soft cry escaped Amelia, her hand flying to grip the edge of the pool.
Sion sucked gently at first, then deeper, her tongue swirling, lips teasing, until Amelia's back arched involuntarily.
"Ah… Sion…" she murmured, golden eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling with quickened breath.
But Amelia wasn't one to remain passive. She moved forward, took Sion's face in her hands, and pulled her up—only to lower her own lips to the other woman's chest.
Sion gasped, surprise replaced quickly by pleasure as Amelia began to kiss, lick, and gently suckle at her breast in return, her tongue circling the hardened tip with elegant slowness. Sion's breath grew ragged.
Then—a sudden touch.
Sion's fingers drifted beneath the water again, lower now… until they brushed the edge of Amelia's inner thigh. Her hand slid with delicate intent until her fingers found the hidden bloom nestled between Amelia's legs.
Amelia flinched, her body jolting at the contact, a sharp gasp rising in her throat. "N-no… not there—"
But Sion only chuckled softly, her mouth still warm against Amelia's collarbone. "Shh… just a little, my sweet flower. You're so soft there… like velvet kissed by dew."
She kissed her again—deeply, hungrily—and whispered against her lips: "Let me play with you a little longer…"
The words sent a shiver down Amelia's spine.
"I… I want to move," Amelia breathed. "Out of the water… somewhere dry."
Sion didn't need to be told twice.
With fluid grace, she helped lift Amelia from the pool. Their bodies glistened under the dim, silver light as they stepped onto the warm black stone surrounding the spring. Steam coiled around their skin, accentuating every curve, every drop of water sliding down bare flesh.
A thick, plush mat of enchanted black silk lay near the edge of the onsen, pre-warmed by mana. Amelia reclined back onto it, her hair spreading around her like a halo of crimson fire. Her thighs parted ever so slightly, not in invitation—but in surrender.
Sion knelt between them, her breath catching at the sight of Amelia's form laid bare.
"You're... divine," she whispered.
She lowered herself, trailing kisses from Amelia's navel down to the inner thigh. Her tongue flicked teasingly over sensitive skin, and Amelia gasped, her hands reaching up to grip the fabric beneath her.
Sion hovered above Amelia's sacred garden—her hidden petals glistening with moisture from both the spring and her own stirred desire. Slowly, reverently, Sion leaned in… and pressed a kiss there.
Amelia let out a quiet moan, her hips twitching.
Sion's tongue began its work—soft, precise strokes that made Amelia tremble beneath her touch. She licked the tender folds with patient hunger, as if savoring every flavor of a forbidden fruit.
"You taste…" Sion whispered between strokes, "...delicious, my love."
Amelia arched her back, her breath shattering into gasps, fingers digging into the mat as waves of heat flooded her body.
"Sion… ah—"
The sounds of her voice were music, and Sion feasted on every note, exploring, teasing, letting her tongue trace sacred circles around the core of Amelia's flower.
Above her, Amelia writhed, sweat beading on her skin, her moans growing louder with every flick, every kiss.
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heat : Okay, I fulfilled sion's dream, and now we will go back to the main chapter and see what sion did in the main story. Don't worry, you will like the story. It is true that I am crazy and eccentric, but I will not spoil the main story.
In the main story, sion did not enter and there is a reason for preventing her, and you will know soon.